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Слушать(AI)The Poet
He sang of life, serenely sweet, With, now and then, a deeper note. From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.
He sang of love when earth was young, And Love, itself, was in his lays. But, ah, the world, it turned to praiseA jingle in a broken tongue.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries
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